Alien world

Chapter 196 Chapter 49. Rescue Mage Murat

What did Mrs. Winter notice?Annan didn't know.

Because his camouflage is actually pretty lame—there is no camouflage or cover for his face, and the mineral powder used to cover up the black hair will sometimes appear orange red, sometimes close to crimson depending on the amount of mineral powder used.The color of the black pupils can be seen even if you get closer, so you will squint your eyes on purpose.

As for why he didn't reveal the truth... because no one has seen the King of the North, nor would he have thought that the King of the North would disguise his identity and run to Betal City.

Coming out of the banquet, Annan also found that the barrier between the bard and Astolfo disappeared.

Back at the mansion first, Annan drove to the dungeon with the bard late at night.

"Master Deputy Warden!"

The guards puffed up their chests in compliance with their duties, and what changed their attitudes was that Mrs. Winter sent a batch of prisoners, and said that Annan would definitely like them.

Mrs. Winter will not kidnap the lady and send her to the dungeon...

Fortunately, Ms. Winter was not so absurd, but the result was almost bad: a group of mercenaries were captured—the mercenaries who once asked Annan to lead the way at the cost of a kinnar.

Lady Winter investigates him.

"Madam's servant said that they have been wandering around where you lived before these days."

The dungeon guard said obsequiously. Inside the prison, the five mercenaries who had even had the white wolf's head removed looked at Annan in a complicated way. Unexpectedly, the civilians who were just a few days ago are now being taken care of.

"reason."

Annan still had to go to the deepest part of the dungeon, so he had no time to waste on them.

The still mean female mage said: "There are traces of vampires and succubi in that village. You are the only ones who escaped. Vampires and succubi may come to you."

"Anything like this?"

"Cough...those are stories. Real succubi and vampires are very dangerous. They will plunder your energy and blood..." the bard reminded Annan in a low voice.

Annan looked at the mercenary with a strange expression again: "So you guys use me as bait?"

"We didn't know you were the deputy warden..." The soldier who lost his white wolf head was kind.

Annan was not angry. To some extent, these mercenaries were protecting themselves—although they didn't care about their own lives.

"I still have use for these prisoners."

Annan will not release them, but he will not be imprisoned in the dungeon either. Let the bard go back to remind Joan and the others, and Annan continues to walk deep.

The light of the fire and the sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and the ugly warrior couldn't help cursing: "That guy must have licked the warden's ass..."

The distant flames came back again, and Annan returned to the prison, pointing at the ugly soldier who said, "Except for that ugly guy."

Take the steps to the dungeon where felons are held.Under the cold wall lay blood-stained and rusty instruments of torture, echoing with screams and wailing.

"I want to check the status of the prisoners in the third dungeon."

Annan said to the guard guarding the deep entrance, pass through this iron gate, step on the steps that extend downward, and come to the third floor.

The stale air was filled with oppression and dullness, as well as blood.

Without a guide, Annan raised the oil lamp and approached the first cell—a ratman guard who was covered in bruises rushed out and was withdrawn by the chains, making an incomprehensible hiss.

Annan waved at it and came to the second cell.

An illusory silhouette exuding a shimmer of light sat in the depths of the cell, its shoulders swaying slightly.

Annan kept quiet and came to the third cell. The cell seemed to be built into a wall, forming a dark curtain that the oil lamp could not penetrate.It was about to pass by Annan before he realized that it was part of a huge body. He lifted the oil lamp, raised his head, and saw the dense scarlet pupils staring down at him.

Annan quickened his pace a little, and finally saw Murat in the eighth cell.

The decadent mage in front of him looked like he was in a mess when he saw Michael for the first time. He raised his head because of the noise, and Annan said before he could speak, "I'm Olme, just right, the new deputy warden of this dungeon."

Murat was confused about "what is the king of the north playing again", but he knew that Annan was here to save him.

"what happened?"

"The magic ring is a conspiracy... Many forces are robbing it. The Diatra family, the vampires, and the royal family..."

Murat briefly described the attack he suffered after photographing the magic ring.At first they were still scruples about the identity of the mage tower mage, but as time went on, they became more and more merciless.

"You mean these forces can't even get 4000 gold coins?"

"That's the unlucky part...they didn't start fighting until I got the magic ring."

What's even more unfortunate is that Murat thought that Annan was here for this, so even if he was threatened, he did not hand it over after hunting.

"Where's the magic ring?"

"I hid in the void, and no one can find it except me." The mage's self-confidence suppressed his embarrassment at this moment.

"...If you persist for a few more days, I will find a way to rescue you."

Annan stayed in the depths of the dungeon for a while, in order to prevent him from discovering anything unusual, it was time for him to leave.

"Do you want to rescue him?"

A familiar hoarse voice suddenly sounded, and the beautiful and tall Mrs. Winter suddenly stepped out of the shadows.

"Are you also a member who wants the magic ring?" Annan knew that Mrs. Winter knew everything.

"Yes... I came here just for it." Madam Winter stopped on the edge of the oil lamp, staring at Annan with deep eyes: "Can you give it to me?"

Annan tilted his head and asked Murat: "Can you still cast spells?"

"They dare not have a magician in the dungeon."

Mrs. Winter threw a bottle of potion.Murat took the potion and looked at Annan.

"Drink it," Annan said.

Murat swallowed the potion with his head up, and then released the spell after the mana recovered, and took out a ring from the void rift.

"I said that I don't know what the magic ring is for, do you believe it?" Annan took the magic ring from Murat, sighing that it was a disaster, "I just want a magic ring."

"It depends on whether you will give it to me."

"I said no would you take it?"

"No. The King of the North is the cornerstone of the North...I will seek to cooperate with you." This Mrs. Winter did not have the arrogance and overlooking she had at the banquet, only sincerity.

"I can give you the magic ring." Annan said.

Madam Winter's smile brightened the entire dungeon: "What can I do for you?"

"Murat, as the official mage of the Mage Tower, was framed in Betal City, falsely accused, and put in a dungeon, and this expensive magic ring cost me 5000 gold coins."

"Those who attack him will pay the price, and your 5000 gold coins can be taken away tonight."

Annan nodded slightly, and then threw the ring to her, so smooth that even Mrs. Cold Winter didn't react.

"You're not curious—"

Annan suddenly covered his ears and interrupted Mrs. Lin Dong: "I know your rules, and if you know the secret, either join or die!"

"Because this ring is about the secret treasure. You are a good companion, don't you really want to join?"

"In no mood!"

(End of this chapter)